And something relevant about Jack Kerouac. For some, probably dark, reason, I am back in Texas. Visiting friends and people I don’t know. As usual, it’s 97 degrees on the F scale, and 100% humidity on the swampy-ass scale. COVID is here, but the related California insanity is not. A stranger just bought me a beer, and I smell barbecue. Two hopefully unrelated facts,
Like most people these days, I’ve been locked indoors too long. To pass the time, I have been watching a lot of foreign films on Netflix and Amazon without subtitles. I just assume I know the language and imagine my own dialogue. I wonder what a subtitled porno would be like. “Hey! Don’t put that in there! Yeah, that’s probably going to make you nauseous. Gross.” She is going to get a sunburn being outside like that.
Continue readingIn 7th grade I learned that the word masturbation means to pollute with the hand. As a result of that bit of linguistical knowledge, whenever I see someone throwing garbage on the ground at a park, playground, or school auditorium I yell at them, Hey, you! Stop masturbating in public, especially while you’re in plain sight of the children!
Continue readingThere used to be a time when you had to be reasonably attractive to be an actor. These days, it would seem that the film actor’s guild is accepting all sorts of victims from highspeed train wrecks and late term miscarriages. You don’t even have to have the right number of arms and legs anymore. I don’t want to name names, we all know who they are, but I don’t know what dark force in the universe imbued these balls of flesh putty with the self confidence to stand up and say to the world, “I know I look like the inside of a leprechaun’s reproductive junk, but I’m going to Hollywood to be an actor. Not just a porn actor, but a mainstream actor for the Chinese film and propaganda industry.”
Continue readingHow does it go? If you take the blue pill, you return to your regular, albeit illusory, life. If you take the red pill, you will wake up to reality, as painful and terrifying as it might be.
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